Song Qianji followed the fragrance of flowers and climbed to the small building. Before he could see the scene in the hall clearly, a deep and shallow green area hit his eyes first.

To be precise, there are six people wearing green brocade clothes and full of jewels.

The Six Sages of Qingya also saw Song Qianji.

The nightmare figure walked out from the stairs and allowed them to return to the gate of Songyuan in an instant.

It seemed as if even the orange light of the sunset shone diagonally into the window became exactly the same as that day.

If they had not been punished by Song Qianji tonight, they would have gone out to relax.

The first three rounds of the martial arts examination were limited by time and there was no big shot. Go upstairs to appreciate the beautiful female cultivators' "fighting flowers".

Who knows that the enemy has a narrow road?

The six people were stunned for a moment. Some people retreated subconsciously, while others were distorted.

The miserable green boy asked with a stern and cowardly voice: "What are you doing?"

"Of course I'm here to enjoy the flowers." Song Qianji said.

The six people's faces became weird. The boy in the bean green shirt sneered:

"You, an outer disciple, dare to come here to appreciate the flowers? Do you think you are worthy?"

Most of the female cultivators who fight flowers in the building are noble and talented, and it is hard to make a smile on their faces. Ordinary monks dare to come to them to seek their own interests.

Those spiritual plants are also the most precious and rare varieties, and they are priceless. The Song submarine aircraft will lose even if it breaks a leaf.

Song Qianji laughed.

The six people were so angry that they were laughing:

"why are you laughing?"

"What's ridiculous?"

Song Qianji thought, I work hard every day, and although I am still a big gap from professional planting masters, I am definitely half an expert.

Last time you were at the gate of Songyuan, you didn’t even know a few bean seedlings. Now you are participating in the “planting experience exchange meeting”. Is it a blind man who lights the lights in vain?

So he sincerely advised: "There are martial arts tests in the main hall square and the chess test preliminary round in the Fengyan Valley, which are all suitable for you to watch the game. Compared to the six fellow Taoists, of course, I am more worthy of coming here."

The six sages of Qingya turned red.

How dare this guy be so arrogant? What confidence does he have?

But seeing the other monks' eyes were filled with gloating, it seemed that they had a fuss, causing the female cultivator in the building to be happy and was driven downstairs.

The six people could only send a message to comfort each other: "He was a grasshopper in autumn. Meng Heze was held back by the martial arts test tonight. Let's see who can protect him?"

Song Qianji: "I've borrowed it for a while."

These six green onions stood together, blocking the stairs tightly.

When passing by, Song Qianji heard someone whispering and threatening: "Don't be proud, you will soon make you laugh!"

He held back and nodded with laughter.

Song Qianji looked around and saw that although the flowers in the building were full of rootless flowers, they were cut off and inserted into exquisite vases for people to enjoy.

Even if it is fresh and colorful, the flowers bloom in full bloom, and the flowering period will last for a day. The vitality is far away, and the vegetables and plants are flowers and plants.

But there was a group of monks surrounding the jade table and praised the vases engraved with the words "‌":

"The bottle of Phalaenopsis orchid with Yunxian grass is inserted in an orderly manner, with a combination of thickness and light, and a clear and beautiful color. It is the flower that is as beautiful as the person!"

"Xian Xianzi's bottle of jade camellia is more ingenious. She specially used a colorful stone wide-mouthed bottle, which is unique ingenuity, just like her orchid-hearted!"

They praise the taste of female cultivators from various schools by praise.

Next to the vase, the female cultivator and servant maid took care of flowers on the surface and sprinkled water to repair leaves. In fact, they wrote down their own words and went back to report to their fairy.

This is a meeting to collect marriage intentions in the world of cultivation, and everyone will just make it clear.

But Song Qianji was born as a cultivator and had no chance to see the twists and turns in his previous life, so he naturally didn't understand it.

He listened for a while, and the more he listened, the more he became more puzzled.

What's the thing? Are you here to learn flower arrangement?

Do you only practice when learning flower arrangement?

He asked, "I'm disturbed. Are there any pots and flowers and plants here?"

The young monks stopped talking and laughing when they heard this.

Everyone stared at him, as if a flower was blooming on his face.

"Do you really want to see flowers and plants with flower pots?" someone asked.

Song Qianji nodded: "I'm coming for this."

"Everything is on the terrace." The other person pointed in a direction, with a strange look, "They are evaluating Kao."

"Thank you fellow Taoist!"

Song Qianji looked through a white marmoset veil, and he could vaguely see the flowers behind the veil curtain, and heard laughter and joy.

A thin gauze curtain hangs and does not move. No one uncovers it, and it separates the terrace like a steel wall.

Everyone stared at Song Qianji's back as he walked towards the terrace, as if waiting for a big excitement to see what happened to him.

On the terrace, more than ten female cultivators were dressed in gorgeous clothes and were smiling happily.

In front of everyone, there is a small jade basin with exquisite carvings.

There is a transparent glass cover outside, covered with flowers and pots.

There is actually a small spiritual gathering array engraved on the inner wall of the cover. The fluorescent light flows in the cover, and it looks like a dream.

The sunset is bright in the sea of ​​clouds. They sit in the sunset and drink tea and enjoy flowers. When they look at the square downstairs.

The building has a wide view and the monks have a profound vision, which is enough to take a look at the stands.

But at the beginning of the fourth round of the martial arts test, they still became famous. Most of the time they only looked at flowers:

"The pot of the golden-line jade crabapple is blooming every ten years, and it turns out that the petals are crystal clear."

"The dream fairy's basin of crystal silver azalea is better, and the silver light shines like the stars in the sky. I like it very much."

"Fairy Feng, this colorful cloud and peony, is not only colorful, but also ten colors. This is the national beauty and heavenly fragrance."

A white tiger lying on the side of the pedicure of a purple-clothed woman, removing the flame-like pattern on her forehead, without a single hair on her body.

It was snoring slightly, if it wasn't too big, it was as obedient as a white big cat.

Suddenly, the curtain was unveiled by a hand with distinct joints, and the room was filled with rays of light.

The female cultivators subconsciously frowned.

A gentle voice sounded: "I'm disturbing!"

Before he finished speaking, he lie down on the ground and sleeps. The tiger opened its red eyes, jumped with its fangs, and flew towards the person who opened the curtain.

"Ao!" The tiger roared and shook the tower!

Even though other monks outside the terrace had expected it, their minds were still trembling.

The tiger claws broke and the wind was loudly sounded, and it was so close that Song Qianji missed it, but he waved to the tiger roar and went forward, retreating instead of advancing.

He thought, there are spiritual beasts guarding the flower viewing party? It’s not necessary.

A female shouted loudly: "Chuxue, come back!"

The White Tiger was able to turn around, but her body was unable to close in the air. She fell and rolled around, and her throat made a grievance.

The gauze curtain fell again to isolate the line of sight outside the curtain.

The monks can believe it.

"Those two fools weren't torn apart?"

"He went in directly! Why did he go in?"

"Yes, he looks so familiar, he..." Someone said in surprise, "He is Song Qianji!"

On the terrace, the female monks looked at the person coming in confusion.

Feng Ziyi touched the tiger's head, stood up and smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, didn't you scare you, did you?"

Chen Hongzhu stood up almost at the same time: "What are you doing here?"

She didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed, why was there Song Qianji everywhere?

This man is so troublesome. Because he didn't let him go down the mountain in time, did he insist on making Hua Weizong mess?

"I'll take a look at the flowers." Song Qianji said.

The female cultivators waited for him to continue to explain, but after he finished speaking, he stopped talking and walked towards the jade table in a diameter to see the flowers and plants in the glass cover.

Feng Ziyi explained: "I recognize this person. He has such a personality, and he does not intend to be abrupt."

"Is he really here to see the flowers?"
To be continued...